My gun is pumping you're down on your knees A closer step to death I think I'm coming, are you ready to receive? I spray you full with my killer disease
I'll come inside, I'll break you down Your end of your life I'll steal your soul, I'm in control I just made you mine
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line How could this be
Face the enemy and meet reality How could you be so blind Now you're tasting death it controls your mind Suffering years ahead
I came inside I have broke you down I ended your life I stole your soul I was in control And I made you mine
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what it supposed to be
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line How could this be
How could you be so tough?
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what it supposed to be
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line How could this be
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what it supposed to be
It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces crushed by the facts It's the end of the line How could this be
Compositor: Alf Peter Tagtgren (Hypocrisy) ECAD: Obra #2193221